Its some years ago but I had a very emotional and privileged indidgenous contact on a bush walk near Toohey reservoir Wellers Hill Brisbane. My friend and I had to go on an alternate mini bush walk one sunny afternoon.

We we alone in the bush track when we both felt unusual as we passed through two twin gum trees on either side of the track. He jumped first in fright when a tree nut fell near us on our left. I then noticed an area where someone had had a fire at some point. The nearest tree had the word October in black carved into it. I realize now how many details I do actually recall on that amazing day.

I initially heard women and children happily singing so I wasn't prepared for the next scene. A young spirit of an aboriginal boy was first beside me then inside me violently shaking my body.

The pain of the boy's sorrow and the the story told was almost unbearable.

I was made aware of how in the 1800s the white men were deciding, like it was right now, who to kill first, the women or the children. I know now the children went last.

I could barely breathe through the horrendous shared ordeal.

Some time later I semi recovered enough to see a beautiful aboriginal woman wearing a flower in her right ear and standing in the same space the tree nut fell earlier.

She relayed to me to pass her son over and I asked how to do that.

She showed me the now freed boy riding the back of a Rainbow Serpant.

I hoped this was what he needed to be finally free after over 200 years of pain and entrapment.

I do feel privileged to be part of this experience and turn around one of apparently many many mass slaughters of indigenous peoples. This sadly so farmers could graze profitable cattle on the blood soaked land.

I believe there are books written documenting these barbaric slaughters and more whites need to become aware.